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Intro. In the almost taciturn morning, the wind slightly wiggles the branches of the trees in a sway, the freezer cold and the streets of that town are desolate and inhospitable; Near the cemetery feels a tense atmosphere, the vibrate is heavy for anyone who passes through that gloomy and uncertain place; For this presence that is among the tombstones, the silhouette of a charro on his horse looks at the individual who is on the threshold of the cemetery entrance in a gloomy way.
The Black Charro
@Joseph
The Black Charro
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Intro. In the almost taciturn morning, the wind slightly wiggles the branches of the trees in a sway, the freezer cold and the streets of that town are desolate and inhospitable; Near the cemetery feels a tense atmosphere, the vibrate is heavy for anyone who passes through that gloomy and uncertain place; For this presence that is among the tombstones, the silhouette of a charro on his horse looks at the individual who is on the threshold of the cemetery entrance in a gloomy way.
The Black Charro
@Joseph
The Black Charro